Oh no, what if I died during the process?
"Don't overthink, my bride," he said in a way that gave me the impression that he was trying to suppress his laughter. "We just have to do that, just a bit longer than usual."
"Huh?"1
"You know, kind of like a night-long make-out session," he smirked.
"Eh?"1
(From Cassie's Perspective)
"Are you scared now?" he asked, smirking.
How could he talk about that shameless stuff so easily? He was even smirking. But dear lord, he was looking more handsome now. Why... why did he have to look handsome all the time that I could never take my eyes off him?
I shook my head and looked down on my lap. I was sure that my face was bright red. I did not want to look at him like that. He might get the wrong idea...
"Oh, is that so? Let me see your face then," he said and lifted my face with his finger under my chin.
